To Trust Again

Wonder is not felt
Without a foothold for pain.

Hope taps at a weighted bell
In the chest
And rings a tone of ache.

Love dances on ribs
Across a pensive heart
Yet to re-awaken under rays of light

Or between the whispers of the rain
Entrust another chance
To hope again.
~Ashe




Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-16 at 00:32

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Deeps
love dances on the ribs!!! it dances and it dances and how we dance with it!
2016-01-18


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
How beautiful. A friend once told me "brave hearts love, for that is what they do". I love the line "between the whispers of the rain" and it gave me a chill. The kind you get when you know you have read something special.
2016-01-18


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very fragile hope that you're describing. The odds are against it, but it hangs on, anyway.
2016-01-17


Kanak Vadhan
Questions and the physical process of an answer is highlighted fantastically.
2016-01-17



I love the images in this poem. "Foothold for pain," "weighted bell," and "between the whispers of the rain" really stand out. I love the dynamic that runs through it between the heavy and palpable, and the subtle and delicate, and the open question as to which is really more powerful.
2016-01-16


ternic2005
Love this poem
2016-01-16


Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
"Hope taps at a weighted bell in the chest and rings a tone of ache"... that is my favorite part. That is exactly what it feels like.
2016-01-16


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
optimism and wariness sometimes go hand in hand. your poem favors optimism, and your heart, though pensive, is ready. it's so much to better take the risk and try again, rather than turn inward, without hope.

this is an optimistic poem. it very much suits your nature.
2016-01-16


sagi
There is a saying in my language' it is only the great cavalryman who fall in a war, archers who lie on their knees seldom do'

let this hope come in
let this color fill your life
take this risk
great things may be very near!
2016-01-16